Clayton Bello and Joseph walked out of the police station together. Of the two men, one big and one small, Clayton looked more confused.
After bidding farewell to Norris, he should have left Sasha City, but he felt that some things had to be resolved here, such as apologizing to Sheriff Albert - or confirming the life and death of Sheriff Albert.
Although he was reluctant to admit it, Clayton began to suspect that Norris might resort to some dishonorable means to keep the secret. These despicable people of Weiodi had already led Norris astray. Even if he killed Kumo Basby in front of Norris, it might not change anything. He only hoped that this visit could make his attitude clear.
Norris's men must still be watching here.
On the other hand, the physical pain was still tormenting him.
It was as if the feeling of ants biting took root in his bones. The last time Clayton had this feeling was when Athena Brugo had infused him with an alien curse, and another quality grew in his body.
The werewolf clan of Weiodi had powers distinct from his own and were now merging with his, but that was not the entire source of his suffering.
Food poisoning.
The shellfish grown on the Weiodi River beach unleash infinite power after being digested. The various metals and toxins contained in them are too much for werewolves to bear.
Clayton was able to ignore these symptoms when chatting with old friends, but when Norris left, all his goals disappeared, and he had to pay attention to his physical feelings again.
It wasn't directly fatal, but it was enough to affect his thinking and reactions. This could have killed him at a critical moment.
But there was no other way. He was already in danger when he ate them, and he couldn't care less.
"Are you okay, Mr. Merchant?" Joseph asked, looking up at Clayton's pale face, which reminded him of his mother who was still lying in bed.
"Not bad." Clayton subconsciously quickened his pace on the gun-ridden streets of the East Side to make himself look as sharp as he was in his heyday. "I just need to find a doctor, get some medicine, and then everything will be fine. Yeah, I'm going to see a doctor in a minute."
“Is he a good doctor?”
"He's a rare species," Clayton said. "But you'll be going to the hotel soon, so you won't be able to see him today."
Joseph nodded and said nothing.
Julius still stayed in Viodi, which was also beyond Clayton's expectations.
He thought he was the only one who had to stay here.
If Julius did not return to Sasha City as originally planned and remained in Basbe's territory, he would most likely be in trouble.
Clayton was somewhat relieved. He just needed a doctor who knew how to treat all kinds of injuries, and everything that Wei Aodi showed was not worthy of his trust. Originally, he had to wait two days to return to Sasha City for treatment. Now he only had to consider rescuing Julius.
A soft sound came from the sky, and only a few of the security personnel on the street noticed it keenly. They and the werewolf stopped at the same time and tilted their heads to listen.
It was gunfire, but it was far away.
The train whistles from the south and the industrial noise from the west almost completely drowned it out, and no one could tell the exact location of the sound.
Then there were a few more sounds.
However, those who noticed the sound had already confirmed that it would not interfere with them, and they all relaxed.
Coming out of alert, these beings with extraordinary hearing looked at each other, memorized each other's faces, and then resumed their previous activities.
Clayton's pace quickened. He had just left Norris's house, and the good soundproofing wall panels allowed him to spend a day in comfort. The gunshot made his nerves, which had been relaxed for two days, tense again.
Joseph could no longer keep up with him, and his thin hands were being pulled by him, like a kite with a broken string.
It took Clayton several minutes to look down, but he noticed the pain in the child's expression and had to slow down to explain what he had done.
"Listen kid, Wei Ao Di is not safe now. Maybe you are willing to leave here with me now, and I will take your family away later."
Clayton's tone was serious, but Joseph was not afraid. Perhaps life in the North District had made him accustomed to danger.
"I want to go home." The boy said honestly.
He had not resisted Clayton's arrangement for him, but now he changed his mind.
Clayton did not blame him. When people know danger is coming, they will think of their families after making sure they are safe. This is human nature. Moreover, there are many children younger than him in Joseph's family who need to be taken care of.
"Let's wait until tomorrow. It's not safe to go back now."
Clayton didn't wear sunglasses to hide the strangeness in his pupils. He thought the demon hunter would notice it, but the other party just glanced at him and left without any reluctance, very coldly.
No one in Weioddi cares about anyone else. They all have their own things to do. Clayton's strange wolf eyes are nothing among this group of people.
They were dressed like clowns.
But Clayton could clearly feel that the various strange ornaments and equipment they wore were glowing with aura, and were obviously rare items.
These people are definitely not the Guards, at least not all of them. Although the Guards have no discipline, their goals are roughly the same. These people are different. They are very "complex" and not entirely driven by greed.
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As he passed this street, Clayton also noticed a man with a strange look on his face whispering to passers-by whether they had seen a man named Alexander Eleven.
A familiar name appeared. The lieutenant remembered the engineer, but his only friendship with Alexander was that he delivered a message for George Silver. This friendship was not enough for him to dig into Alexander's social situation. He and Joseph continued to move forward, but they were more vigilant. At a corner, he called a few dogs, sprayed them with the same perfume as himself, and then let them disperse to spread the scent to other places.
Lydia had mentioned to him that the Fraternity of the Sacred Heart and the Conrione family were at odds.
Now that the South District is in such a mess, the werewolves of the Black Claw Clan are likely to intervene and look for opportunities to strike at the Sacred Heart Fraternity. The North District of Weiodi is worthless, and the East District is too heavily defended. The West District and the South District are the only two places where he can attack. They may meet, so he has to be careful.
They didn't encounter any trouble along the way and successfully arrived at a hotel.
In the booked room on the third floor, Joseph stood at the window and looked curiously at the scenery outside. This was the first time he stood at a place much higher than the ground.
Behind the boy, Clayton was also standing at the window with his hands behind his back, observing the Bassby Railway Company building not far away.
Many green and red banners and flags were hung on the building's exterior, and flowers decorated the classical Mansis-style building like a brocade. There were more than ten gunmen patrolling downstairs, and gunmen standing on the balconies upstairs looking out. There were several carriages parked at the door, as if waiting for someone to come out. Several people who looked like clerks came in and out in a hurry, but none of them got on the carriage.
Clayton stared at the neatly arranged glass windows on the stone building. There were shadows flashing behind each window.
It was not easy to find Julius through these windows by sight, and the wizard might not be standing in front of the window at the moment.
Fortunately, Clayton had no connection with the Basby family, so he thought a direct visit might be feasible. Once inside the building, he could find Julius by smell, and then it would not be too late to discuss how to leave.
He had made up his mind, but at this moment, he suddenly saw a man in a dark robe slowly approaching the building. A gunman raised his hand to signal that entry was not allowed, and then walked forward to talk to the visitor.
The distance between them was getting closer and closer until the two figures were touching.
Then the man in the robe stabbed the gunman three times.
The gunman fell down, and at the same time, the sound of a crossbow string vibrating suddenly came from the attic window of the building next to Clayton's hotel. Another gunman fell down under the Basby Building.
The remaining gunmen remained calm. They dispersed, using the carriage parked in front of the building as cover, and then dealt with the approaching threat.
The assassin in the robe was still rushing towards them. Facing the muzzles of the revolvers, he threw away his robe and seemed to have become two people in an instant. Then he moved left and right at an extraordinary speed, took more than a dozen bullets in one breath, and fell to the ground on the spot.
There were hurried steps in the attic of the house next door; it was evident that whatever he and his companion had been planning to do, they had now given up.
Clayton remained silent.
The assassin's speed was actually not slow, and he could even be said to be as fast as the wind. His physical ability was much stronger than Clayton's, but he overestimated his own speed and underestimated his opponent's marksmanship. He did not formulate a suitable tactic and launched an attack in an open space.
With so many pistols, even a rough aim would be enough to block his route of movement.
A series of gunshots startled the horses pulling the carriages, and the carriages parked in front of the Basby Building and those just passing by began to lose control. They rushed through the streets, causing passers-by to scream and re-exposing the figures of the gunmen.
They checked the bodies. Then the gunmen on the balcony had a brief conversation with the gunmen on the first floor, and resumed patrolling. Some of them retreated into the building, taking the wounded and the bodies with them, and more gunmen came out to replace them.
Clayton cursed under his breath.
Perhaps because of the chaos he had seen before, the Basby Building was more heavily guarded than he had imagined.
Without an appointment, he probably wouldn't be able to get in.
After bidding farewell to Norris, he should have left Sasha City, but he felt that some things had to be resolved here, such as apologizing to Sheriff Albert - or confirming the life and death of Sheriff Albert.
Although he was reluctant to admit it, Clayton began to suspect that Norris might resort to some dishonorable means to keep the secret. These despicable people of Weiodi had already led Norris astray. Even if he killed Kumo Basby in front of Norris, it might not change anything. He only hoped that this visit could make his attitude clear.
Norris's men must still be watching here.
On the other hand, the physical pain was still tormenting him.
It was as if the feeling of ants biting took root in his bones. The last time Clayton had this feeling was when Athena Brugo had infused him with an alien curse, and another quality grew in his body.
The werewolf clan of Weiodi had powers distinct from his own and were now merging with his, but that was not the entire source of his suffering.
Food poisoning.
The shellfish grown on the Weiodi River beach unleash infinite power after being digested. The various metals and toxins contained in them are too much for werewolves to bear.
Clayton was able to ignore these symptoms when chatting with old friends, but when Norris left, all his goals disappeared, and he had to pay attention to his physical feelings again.
It wasn't directly fatal, but it was enough to affect his thinking and reactions. This could have killed him at a critical moment.
But there was no other way. He was already in danger when he ate them, and he couldn't care less.
"Are you okay, Mr. Merchant?" Joseph asked, looking up at Clayton's pale face, which reminded him of his mother who was still lying in bed.
"Not bad." Clayton subconsciously quickened his pace on the gun-ridden streets of the East Side to make himself look as sharp as he was in his heyday. "I just need to find a doctor, get some medicine, and then everything will be fine. Yeah, I'm going to see a doctor in a minute."
“Is he a good doctor?”
"He's a rare species," Clayton said. "But you'll be going to the hotel soon, so you won't be able to see him today."
Joseph nodded and said nothing.
Julius still stayed in Viodi, which was also beyond Clayton's expectations.
He thought he was the only one who had to stay here.
If Julius did not return to Sasha City as originally planned and remained in Basbe's territory, he would most likely be in trouble.
Clayton was somewhat relieved. He just needed a doctor who knew how to treat all kinds of injuries, and everything that Wei Aodi showed was not worthy of his trust. Originally, he had to wait two days to return to Sasha City for treatment. Now he only had to consider rescuing Julius.
A soft sound came from the sky, and only a few of the security personnel on the street noticed it keenly. They and the werewolf stopped at the same time and tilted their heads to listen.
It was gunfire, but it was far away.
The train whistles from the south and the industrial noise from the west almost completely drowned it out, and no one could tell the exact location of the sound.
Then there were a few more sounds.
However, those who noticed the sound had already confirmed that it would not interfere with them, and they all relaxed.
Coming out of alert, these beings with extraordinary hearing looked at each other, memorized each other's faces, and then resumed their previous activities.
Clayton's pace quickened. He had just left Norris's house, and the good soundproofing wall panels allowed him to spend a day in comfort. The gunshot made his nerves, which had been relaxed for two days, tense again.
Joseph could no longer keep up with him, and his thin hands were being pulled by him, like a kite with a broken string.
It took Clayton several minutes to look down, but he noticed the pain in the child's expression and had to slow down to explain what he had done.
"Listen kid, Wei Ao Di is not safe now. Maybe you are willing to leave here with me now, and I will take your family away later."
Clayton's tone was serious, but Joseph was not afraid. Perhaps life in the North District had made him accustomed to danger.
"I want to go home." The boy said honestly.
He had not resisted Clayton's arrangement for him, but now he changed his mind.
Clayton did not blame him. When people know danger is coming, they will think of their families after making sure they are safe. This is human nature. Moreover, there are many children younger than him in Joseph's family who need to be taken care of.
"Let's wait until tomorrow. It's not safe to go back now."
Clayton didn't wear sunglasses to hide the strangeness in his pupils. He thought the demon hunter would notice it, but the other party just glanced at him and left without any reluctance, very coldly.
No one in Weioddi cares about anyone else. They all have their own things to do. Clayton's strange wolf eyes are nothing among this group of people.
They were dressed like clowns.
But Clayton could clearly feel that the various strange ornaments and equipment they wore were glowing with aura, and were obviously rare items.
These people are definitely not the Guards, at least not all of them. Although the Guards have no discipline, their goals are roughly the same. These people are different. They are very "complex" and not entirely driven by greed.
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As he passed this street, Clayton also noticed a man with a strange look on his face whispering to passers-by whether they had seen a man named Alexander Eleven.
A familiar name appeared. The lieutenant remembered the engineer, but his only friendship with Alexander was that he delivered a message for George Silver. This friendship was not enough for him to dig into Alexander's social situation. He and Joseph continued to move forward, but they were more vigilant. At a corner, he called a few dogs, sprayed them with the same perfume as himself, and then let them disperse to spread the scent to other places.
Lydia had mentioned to him that the Fraternity of the Sacred Heart and the Conrione family were at odds.
Now that the South District is in such a mess, the werewolves of the Black Claw Clan are likely to intervene and look for opportunities to strike at the Sacred Heart Fraternity. The North District of Weiodi is worthless, and the East District is too heavily defended. The West District and the South District are the only two places where he can attack. They may meet, so he has to be careful.
They didn't encounter any trouble along the way and successfully arrived at a hotel.
In the booked room on the third floor, Joseph stood at the window and looked curiously at the scenery outside. This was the first time he stood at a place much higher than the ground.
Behind the boy, Clayton was also standing at the window with his hands behind his back, observing the Bassby Railway Company building not far away.
Many green and red banners and flags were hung on the building's exterior, and flowers decorated the classical Mansis-style building like a brocade. There were more than ten gunmen patrolling downstairs, and gunmen standing on the balconies upstairs looking out. There were several carriages parked at the door, as if waiting for someone to come out. Several people who looked like clerks came in and out in a hurry, but none of them got on the carriage.
Clayton stared at the neatly arranged glass windows on the stone building. There were shadows flashing behind each window.
It was not easy to find Julius through these windows by sight, and the wizard might not be standing in front of the window at the moment.
Fortunately, Clayton had no connection with the Basby family, so he thought a direct visit might be feasible. Once inside the building, he could find Julius by smell, and then it would not be too late to discuss how to leave.
He had made up his mind, but at this moment, he suddenly saw a man in a dark robe slowly approaching the building. A gunman raised his hand to signal that entry was not allowed, and then walked forward to talk to the visitor.
The distance between them was getting closer and closer until the two figures were touching.
Then the man in the robe stabbed the gunman three times.
The gunman fell down, and at the same time, the sound of a crossbow string vibrating suddenly came from the attic window of the building next to Clayton's hotel. Another gunman fell down under the Basby Building.
The remaining gunmen remained calm. They dispersed, using the carriage parked in front of the building as cover, and then dealt with the approaching threat.
The assassin in the robe was still rushing towards them. Facing the muzzles of the revolvers, he threw away his robe and seemed to have become two people in an instant. Then he moved left and right at an extraordinary speed, took more than a dozen bullets in one breath, and fell to the ground on the spot.
There were hurried steps in the attic of the house next door; it was evident that whatever he and his companion had been planning to do, they had now given up.
Clayton remained silent.
The assassin's speed was actually not slow, and he could even be said to be as fast as the wind. His physical ability was much stronger than Clayton's, but he overestimated his own speed and underestimated his opponent's marksmanship. He did not formulate a suitable tactic and launched an attack in an open space.
With so many pistols, even a rough aim would be enough to block his route of movement.
A series of gunshots startled the horses pulling the carriages, and the carriages parked in front of the Basby Building and those just passing by began to lose control. They rushed through the streets, causing passers-by to scream and re-exposing the figures of the gunmen.
They checked the bodies. Then the gunmen on the balcony had a brief conversation with the gunmen on the first floor, and resumed patrolling. Some of them retreated into the building, taking the wounded and the bodies with them, and more gunmen came out to replace them.
Clayton cursed under his breath.
Perhaps because of the chaos he had seen before, the Basby Building was more heavily guarded than he had imagined.
Without an appointment, he probably wouldn't be able to get in.
